Romans & histoires Hustler

He asked desperately, unable to facade his gentlemanly manners. He didn't expect her to run away without saying anything. He was born with a silver spoon and never get No as the answer. Furthermore, he was never good at understanding emotions. Without knowing what going on inside Arina, He told her his real intention for her. Anger crawled in Arina's heart, listening to him. He wanted to fuck her, that's why he wanted to marry her. Without thinking twice, she slapped him. "You want me to just fuck me, How can you think about that, I am not some girl who can sleep with you just because you are the king of Kenner” She yelled tear rolling down her eyes?

I stood up from the couch, stunning everyone, as the man with mullet hair lifted his brows while he peered at me with a you're-not-going-anywhere face. "Shouldn't you be serving us, isn't that your job?" He asked with a smirk, provoking you. "Excuse me, but I'm a waiter, not a stripper, so don't expect anything from me. Just hire some of our strippers in our club, I'm sure one of them might satisfy you all." I sneered, fed up with their excuses and orders that obviously lead to nothing but a slew of shitty intentions. "What a change." They thought.

I was told he specializes in the use of knives and daggers and was more deadly than a raging bull. He had no tattoos on his body and he always had a mean look on his hardened face. Real name, Jack Lansing.Storm, the big brains, the hacker. Real name,Michael Angelo. Not all that tall,5ft 9,with thick black short hair,styled in a Mohawk.

Gripping the handle of the Glock, he pushed open the teal door. The man standing in the middle of the apartment made Chance think of a bad porn from the seventies. Mid-thirties with greasy hair and what could only be described as a porn mustache. He had a beer gut covered by a stained grey Steelers shirt. His ripped jeans were also stained, and the shoes were worn bare. Steelers. Of all the teams, why the Steelers? In Chance’s opinion, it just made him a little worse. Before the man looked up, Chance knew who it was. John Erik Custard. Owner of Tuscan Place. Rumored pimp. All around sleezeball.

“You heard Master Sean, right? I doubt he’ll allow you to leave. Do you not know him?” “I do. He's a demon! A sadist! I think he’s got loose screws or maybe he’s just the personification of violence!” “You think he’s a demon? Be thankful you’re still alive. The person you’re calling a demon today can make your life a real hell. He’s the well-known multi-billionaire bachelor who owns the Herald Monopolies of Businesses… HMB. Like Elite Residential HMB, Asian International Airlines HMB, etcetera.”

Chapter 19 stm /*R18*/ “How's the business going?” Hugo entered the VIP lounge of his club, flanked by his body guards who took their place at the door. He waved in the air to bring his regular order and turned to Luca who was nursing a glass of scotch and two girls working on him. “It's jammed today. The strippers are in full swings. People are falling like flies. Mochi is out in the cage and men are getting wild”. Luca said with a smirk and Hugo smirked too. He knew Mochi would mooch off the men of their money.

Meghan’s POV Sitting in the cellar sipping my Ciroc vodka and going through my phone, suddenly a message pops in and it's from Jim Black Hat the owner of Lusty strip, the popular stripper's nightclub in town, it read “He will be around tonight for a stripping prom ”. I giggled because finally, my plans of meeting Damian Graham will soon be a reality. I always have a way of getting what I want, having to offer Jim sex for him to spill when the famous Billionaire Damian will be around, is nothing compared to what I will achieve. I am a whore who goes with the highest bidder.

I yelled, my anger had me demanding such an outburst and I just felt like strangling the brute. "I am Nicholas Hills. America's most beloved bachelor with a networth of over three billion dollars! The world adores me. I've met with world rulers and I've dined with them. You are a nobody in my presence." Nicholas scowled. Fvck! His words hit me like a fiery comet, destroying and shattering me into smithereens. There is no doubt that he is counted as one of the most eligible bachelors in the country... There's even no denying he's hot, but he is the rudest bastard to ever walk this earth.

Amara is the happiest between the two of them, because now, she's starting to see Arman as someone more than a trained human cockfighter. ---------------------- In another corner of Haverville, just at the northeast border of town, there's a rest-house owned by a Haverville police. His name is Kenny Shunn. Feared by every street hooker, club dancers, and every prostitute because of his notorious reputation. Every time he enters a night club, every girls would do everything they can to avoid him. They would even offer themselves to customers for free just to avoid him.

There was a flicker of approval with something darker and possessive. Just when she thought the evening would pass uneventfully, one of the men, a silver-haired guy with a lecherous smile, leaned in closer to her. “So, Mrs. Husley,” he said, his tone fills with amusement. “How did Victor manage to find such a beautiful wife? He usually has a hard time keeping them around.” Olivia feels a flash of anger at the way he spoke, as though she was some kind of ornament to be displayed. “I’m not sure that’s any of your business,” she replied coldly.